When you hear that work time whistle Pick up your coat and ride The angels take the locks out Through heaven's door, they glide God will trouble my pursuers And strike me if I lie See the angels take the locks out Through heaven's door, we glide No poets still in the trenches Where's the real light? It's all of us against the rest But I won't die tonight No poets still in the trenches Where's the real light? It's all of us against the rest But I won't die tonight ♪ There will be no work tomorrow Just some troubled water there No profit for the devil's son The cold and dark we share The further into night we go You know the light must come There will be no serfs tomorrow For the masters and their sons No poets still in the trenches Where's the real light? It's all of us against the rest But I won't die tonight No poets still in the trenches Where's the real light? It's all of us against the rest But I won't die tonight ♪ Sometimes I'm upside down, Lord Sometimes I'm feeling old I look upon creation I look upon my soul, I said Sometimes I'm upside down, Lord Sometimes I'm feeling old I look upon creation I look upon my soul, I said Sometimes I feel it down below Sometimes I'm feeling old I look upon creation I look upon my soul ♪ Sometimes I got a feeling down below Sometimes I'm feeling old I look upon creation I look upon my soul, I said Sometimes I got a feeling down below Sometimes I'm feeling old I look upon creation I look upon my soul